Master Tongtian

Le Verrier ready-to-wear store.

Rosen returned to the corner, and Mrs. Le Verrier looked at him with a fawning look.

Rosen knew that since having an affair allowed the other party to take huge risks and act as a white glove, he could also use it to blackmail the rich wife and do many things for himself.

As long as the other party continues to maintain a bright appearance, it is actually easy to secretly solicit money, information, and even physical pleasure.

Of course, a rich lady with a little looks and a little money is not worthy of letting Rosen do these menial tasks.

It’s not that you can’t do it, it’s that the harvest cannot cover the cost.

"I need a large piece of stiff paper, or a thin board, sample paper for clothing swatches would be great."

"I'll prepare it for you right away."

"Don't worry, I still need some good ones

charcoal pencil. By the way, tell me again about the characteristics of that woman’s voice. "

Mrs. Leverrier thought carefully.

"She deliberately lowered her voice, which seemed a bit hoarse, but there was a touch of arrogance in her words, like the tone she was used to giving orders to."

"Well, I think she should be a noble. No, she must be a noble, because only noble women talk like this."

As the proprietress of a ready-made clothing store, she has no shortage of opportunities to interact with the upper class, and her judgments are highly credible.

"Noble?"

Rosen's brows twitched slightly, feeling that things were a bit tricky.

Because in this world, nobles cannot be punished. If nobles kill civilians, they can pay compensation.

Coincidentally, he is a civilian.

But when things have reached this point, there is no reason to give up halfway.

"There are not many real nobles in Silver Moon Castle, and there are only hundreds of relatives. It's no wonder she is afraid of being recognized by the middleman."

At this time, Mrs. Le Verrier had brought over cardboard and charcoal, both of which were of good quality.

Rosen took the charcoal pencil and drew a charcoal drawing.

"Is it her?"

"Yes, yes, that's her, that's her! Mr. Rosen, do you know her?"

"I've seen this person on the road before. When you told me, I remembered him."

With that said, he handed the silk purse back to Madame Le Verrier.

"Take it and restrain yourself from it in the future. Although cheating is wonderful, there is a price to pay."

Mrs. Leverrier held the purse tightly in her hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

But after hearing what Rosen said, he couldn't help but refute.

"Young man, you don't know, La Spring has an elephant's trunk. Ha~ Why am I telling you this? Anyway, thank you for your mercy. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Rosen naturally understood, but shrugged and did not comment.

I walked out of the clothing store with the charcoal drawing. When I passed by the door, I accidentally saw Mr. Le Verrier sitting in the doorway in a daze, with a gloomy look on his face.

Rosen waved to greet him, but he ignored him, as if he had lost his soul.

There was something unusual about this appearance, and Rosen's mind moved as he guessed something.

He sighed inwardly: "Oh, I hope Mr. Lasplin is okay."

Ordinary citizens are generally very gentle, but certain special circumstances can still bring out the bloody nature deep in a man's bloodline.

Coincidentally, most of these special situations involve women.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Rosen.

Next, you may meet the real murderer, and the risk factor will skyrocket.

It was daytime now, and we were still in a downtown area. The other party must have concerns, but he was afraid of anything unexpected.

In order to avoid being subjected to tricks similar to flipping a convertible at the market, Rosen blessed himself with a resistance field before taking action.

But this is not enough.

He looked around the market carefully, not missing every corner, and then he saw an old woman with white hair in the corner.

The old woman was squatting on the side of the road, with a face like chicken skin and a stooped posture. There was a broken begging bowl in front of her, which was extremely ordinary.

But as soon as he saw this old woman, Rosen's mind immediately calmed down.

"Hehe, the instructor is quite good at disguise. Let's get started."

He took the charcoal drawing to the notice board of Chengnan Market, pasted it with a brush, and then started shouting loudly.

"Hi~ Hi~ Ladies and gentlemen who are passing by, we are looking for someone. Please help us find someone~"

"Looking for a beautiful noble girl~~"

"The reward is generous - one crown per clue -"

"Gentlemen and ladies, don't miss it when you pass by~"

The boy's slightly immature voice was raised high and spread throughout most of the market in an instant.

The reward of one gold crown was really generous, and soon a large circle of people gathered around the bulletin board.

asked a busybody.

"Young man, although you are good at painting, you can't see your face clearly. How can anyone find it?"

Rosen immediately said: "This girl appeared in the market around 9 o'clock this morning. Someone must have seen her."

"Hey, young man, since she is a noble girl, why are you looking for her? Aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"

Rosen laughed and said: "Actually, I don't know if he is a noble. The main thing is that he is beautiful. I am yearning for him and want to find him and woo him."

After a pause, he asked, "Uncle, is it not illegal to court someone?"

"Haha, of course it's not illegal, but you young man is really willing to spend money."

There are also busybodies staring at the drawing board, holding their chins in a state of recollection.

"The figure from the back looks familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Rosen's heart moved and he wanted to ask

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his late thirties separated from the crowd and strode up.

"Young man, I have seen her. Come with me and I will take you to find her."

Rosen was slightly shocked. He looked at the man carefully and found that he had an indifferent expression, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and his face was a bit weathered.

Looking at his attire, he was wearing a gray cloth knee-length robe, gray cloth trousers, a money bag and an ordinary self-defense dagger hung on his belt.

His heart moved: "Looking at his temperament, he looks like a wandering mage who is unhappy."

As soon as he opened his mouth to look for someone, a mage came to his door. There was a high probability that his guess was correct. The real murderer had been secretly observing his every move.

The sudden appearance of the portrait made the other party lose their sense of proportion.

If the situation escalated and unpredictable changes occurred, she quickly sent out her men to take her away from the market.

Why did Rosen judge that the other party was most likely the real murderer's subordinate?

Apart from his external temperament, it was also because this person did not ask about the reward that ordinary people cared about the most when he opened his mouth, but directly wanted to take him away.

These thoughts flashed through my mind quickly, but they were all guesses and needed to be confirmed.

Rosen smiled and said: "There is no need to lead the way. I am very familiar with Silver Moon Castle. Just tell me the name of the place."

The middle-aged man shook his head and refused: "There is no place name, just an anonymous street. I'm stupid and can't explain it clearly, so I'd better take you there."

Well, he was right.

If you follow him and leave the downtown area full of patrolling guards and go to a remote place, you will most likely be killed directly.

However, this also means the opportunity to uncover the identity of the real culprit.

‘To go or not to go? Of course go. ’

The instructor is watching over you in the dark.

He put away the scroll and said with a smile: "What do you call me sir?"

"Thomson."

A name that is thrown around and is obviously fake.

"Oh, how much do you plan to pay?"

"It's a good thing to take you to find someone. Just give it to you."

"Okay. Then let's go."

Rosen looked 'joyful'.

"This way."

The middle-aged man who called himself Tom turned around and led the way.

Rosen followed him a few steps away, walked dozens of meters, and glanced at the white-haired old woman again intentionally or unintentionally.

I found that the other party had already stood up, hunched over, and walking on the road with a cane.

Although he walked very slowly, he miraculously remained in Rosen's field of vision.

Considering that the old woman couldn't move too fast, Rosen deliberately walked slowly.

"Hey, wait a minute, my shoelaces are loose."

"Wait a minute, my stomach is bloated and I need to drink some water."

"Hey, brother, can you walk slower?"

The middle-aged man Tom's face was obviously impatient, but he never had an attack.

Finally, the two came to the entrance of a dark alley near the market.

It can be seen that the interior of the dark alley is quite spacious, a semi-independent space separated by several tall stone buildings.

Looking back, we see a busy street with people coming and going. Looking forward, it was a quiet space with slightly dim light, and no one in it.

A place like this is an excellent place to set up an ambush.

Rosen glanced behind him again and found that the old woman was gone.

I was shocked and immediately opened the adventure log to check. I soon found that the old woman turned into an alley. After a while, an inconspicuous figure appeared on the roof of the alley.

"It turned out to be on the roof. It scared me."

He might face the real murderer ahead, but he didn't dare to face it alone.

Thomson walked into the dark alley first, and a voice came: "Come in, she is inside."

Rosen looked at the quiet space in front of him, feeling awe-inspiring.

‘After practicing in the virtual machine for so long, my spellcasting ability has reached four stars, and I have a mentor secretly watching over me. It’s time for me to have a real actual battle. ’

He quietly took out the sobriety potion from his arms and drank it all in one gulp.

A few seconds later, a stream of information flashed through his mind: 'Get the 'Concentrated Spellcasting' effect, reducing mana consumption by 25% for 30 minutes. ’

Coupled with the effect of the Crescent Staff, you can save 55% of mana.

"I am coming."

As he spoke, he blessed himself with the effect of a resistance force field.

Then, he held the crescent staff tightly, pressed one side of his body against the thick stone wall, and walked forward step by step.

After walking about thirty steps, he completely entered this dimly lit triangular open space. There were no doors, no windows, nothing on the stone walls surrounding the open space.

It can be seen that there is an exit on the opposite side of the open space, but the light of the exit is still dim, and no pedestrians can be seen. It is unknown where it leads.

The man in gray robe who led the way before was standing near the exit, with a strange smile on his face.

"Boy, you really don't know how to live or die!"

At this moment, a figure appeared at the entrance behind Rosen, blocking him inside one after another.

Without understanding the situation, Rosen did not rush to take action. He leaned against the stone wall and began to ask questions slowly.

"State your identities?"

The figure at the entrance took a step forward, but it was a man wrapped in black leather armor.

The most eye-catching thing is his eyes. The pupils are pure white and the pupils are invisible, but the whites of the eyes are blood red, which looks very strange.

A hoarse sound came from the man's throat.

"Kid, you are so annoying!"

After reading a lot of feedback, I felt that the reasoning part deviated from the main line. Similar plots will be reduced later.

Also: Three updates today.